Hymn history.....

Because he lives

In the late 1960s, Bill and Gloria Gaither, already well-known Christian musicians, were dealing with many personal struggles. Bill was recovering from mononucleosis, the couple had been accused of using their ministry to turn a profit and the family had been devastated by Bill's sister's divorce. Gloria was expecting her third child, but the couple was saddened by the thought of bringing another child into a world filled with racial tension, drug abuse and negative attitudes toward Christianity. After a friend prayed for the couple, they were both overcome with affirmation of Jesus' ressurection and assurance that God would take care of them. Inspired by the birth of healthy son Benjamin in 1970, the Gaithers wrote 'Because He Lives.'


What a friend we have in Jesus

"What a Friend We Have in Jesus" is a Christian hymn originally written by Joseph M. Scriven as a poem in 1855 to comfort his mother who was living in Ireland while he was in Canada. Scriven originally published the poem anonymously, and only received full credit for it in the 1880s.^[1] The tune to the hymn was composed by Charles Crozat Converse in 1868. William Bolcom composed a setting of the hymn. The hymn also has many versions with different lyrics in multiple languages, such as the Japanese version "Itsukushimi Fukaki" (いつくしみ深き, "Itsukushimi Fukaki"^? lit. "Deep Affection"), or a version sung during World War I with the line "When this bloody war is over" in place of the original title.^[2]


Just as I am

Charlotte Elliot wrote this song about how to find salvation through Christ. It has been used by many as the call to the altar at the close of services, as it brings a quiet simple message of sin, forgiveness, and salvation to all that listen. Just as I am

An elderly man asked Charlotte Elliott if she were a Christian; she felt insulted, and told him to mind his own affairs. But after the man left, she could not get the question off her mind, and she went back to ask the man how to find Christ. He told her to come just as she was. She did, and wrote the beautiful song, "Just As I Am." - By B. A. Scherr

Jill's birthday

Yesterday was Jill's bday and I went something like this at the start.



I wake up with just about nothing happening but my Mother said she had to go to a meeting soo I was here with Lia doing school.... I'm sorry to say this Jill but I didn't remember your birthday until you called... ok well with that said. Jill called and started singing happy birthday.. which confused me cus I didn't know anyone had one that day. then she wanted me to sing it for her. (Which then reminded me who's birthday it was) but I wasn't in the mood for singing on the phone so I just got her message about. cookies being made for desert. after Mom got home we went into things for Jill. I got cleaning the car. with my mom. Lia was making a picture board that looks pretty cool. even if the people don't look to great still.. its creative. I don't remember how many times I got myself wet cleaning the car. All I know is that I kept getting wet and it kept drying off before I got to see how much of me was wet. later on I got really wet on one leg and it stayed for sometime..... but all in all I got it done.. Mom got the inside done. neither of us did the front window mind you. we did the outside but.... that didn't help much. still it looks nice again. The car also passed the safety test... on behalf of Jill Thank you pastor for that work done to fix it up. Maybe next time your working a car I can watch and help...

For supper we had Pizza even tho I didn't.. I had potatoes and groundbeef with veggies. what I really wanted to talk about was the desert. frozen yogurt mint chocolate chip with apple pie... ^o^ sorry I'm weird.. lol

I don't really remember what she got for presents at the table. I would of named them too. but I'm done with this post. time to get back to reading my books from the Library.

Happenings and Music History

Well so far I am doing ok with wendys tho I would like saturdays off, because thats when everything happens that needs doing. Chris and Nate are trying to get a place of there own. and Chris is also trying to get a new job that won't take such a high toll on his body. He was going to stay home today but his boss asked him to stay.


I've had chances to talk to more people on salvation this last weekend. They told me they wanted to know more the next day and the next. so I've had good times of witnessing. They asked questions about Death, creation, the cross, Where God came from, How are we saved, and am I a sinner. So I told them about creation and the cross I opened up to Ephesians and Revelations. On how we are saved and How he is coming again and where his people will be going. so it was good. They said they would like to know more. Praise God. I've had something like 6 different people who I've had chances to speak to. and most received it well. I've been talking to the Scott(mormon friend) He asked more questions about the Trinity. Keep Praying for Scott and Kev my other friend who is also a Christian. there are a few more that dont give names. but that I would know what to say.

About the person who made Moment by Moment........ All the I's is meaning Dr. Murray I do believe I could be wrong.....

While I was at­tend­ing the World’s Fair in Chi­ca­go [Il­li­nois], Hen­ry Var­ley, a lay preac­her from Lon­don, said to Ma­jor Whit­tle: “I do not like the hymn ‘I need Thee ev­ery hour’ ve­ry well, be­cause I need Him ev­ery mo­ment of the day. Soon af­ter Ma­jor Whit­tle wrote this sweet hymn…[He] brought the hymn to me in man­u­script a lit­tle lat­er, say­ing that he would give me the co­py­right of both the words and mu­sic if I would print for him five hund­red co­pies on fine pa­per, for dis­trib­ut­ing among his friends. His daugh­ter, May Whit­tle, who lat­er be­came the wife of Will R. Moo­dy, com­posed the mu­sic. I did as Mr. Whit­tle wished; and I sent the hymn to Eng­land, where it was co­py­right­ed on the same day as at Wash­ing­ton.

In Eng­land the hymn be­came ve­ry pop­u­lar. Fall­ing in­to the hands of the well-known Rev. An­drew Mur­ray, of South Af­ri­ca, then vi­sit­ing Lon­don, he adopt­ed it as his fa­vo­rite hymn. A year lat­er Mr. Mur­ray vi­sit­ed North­field [Mas­sa­chu­setts], and while hold­ing a meet­ing for men in the church he re­marked, “If Sank­ey on­ly knew a hymn which I found in Lon­don, and would sing it, he would find that it em­brac­es my en­tire creed.”

I was very anx­ious to know what hymn it was, and when he had re­cit­ed it I said to him: “Doc­tor, that hymn was writ­ten with­in five hun­dred yards of where we are stand­ing.”

For years Dr. Mur­ray had his wife sing this hymn in near­ly all his meet­ings. It al­so be­came a great fa­vo­rite in South Af­ri­ca dur­ing the war.

Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;
Living with Jesus, a new life divine;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Refrain

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

Refrain

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a teardrop and never a moan;
Never a danger but there on the throne,
Moment by moment He thinks of His own.

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Never a weakness that He doth not feel,
Never a sickness that He cannot heal;
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus my Savior, abides with me still.

Refrain

I can't think but why not write......

I know people have been asking me to write more often, one of them is my mom. I need write more but I can't feel up to it much so. I guess I will catch up some today.


I've been sickish for a good bit of this last week. but I try my best to fight that back, and it has been working. I got work done Monday and Tuesday. the week before as well. I got two checks last week which is good. I also got my debit card working finally. I before that had to pay back Rob at work twice. It made me annoyed that I might losing that I don't make debts but he said I could.

Well anyway I've reading books and listening to books. I found a random CD with a book being read out loud. which is what I'm listening to so I'm taking a long time to write this. but I've gotten problems fixed with my friends online, I also found another Christian online as well, who also is home schooled. so I get interesting conversation with him through out the day. as well as a good server to play with him on because there is no cussing allowed. so I like his server over all of the others.

Our wood here is lessening so I have to start getting more from the wood box. I'm not having to get as much anymore but I still get it through out the week. my arms have been getting more and more tired. I found out how heavy the boxes at were. there is 40lbs. and 36lbs which I carry two at a time, there is also others which are 26lbs. 35lbs. 22lbs. and as well the wood out side.

Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified,
Knowing not it was for me He died on Calvary.

Refrain

Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
Pardon there was multiplied to me;
There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.

By God’s Word at last my sin I learned;
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary.

Refrain

Now I’ve given to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary!

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Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan!
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary!

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Here is a song to be singing through the day. as I have.

A song asked for.

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

Thank you for asking for it I never knew there was that many verses to it. And if anyone else asks for any please speak up. I do love songs and Hymns all the more. For those who at nursing I wanted to be there. Don't think I was just skipping out on it. And for those who wanted me to write I am sorry for not writing as much, I have no excuse....

Skating today was fun I only wish my lungs didn't always fail me, Other then that I had fun. Antone (I think that is how you spell his name) Made soo many amazing saves on me, I mean I would of never thought he could do that. I just stopped and looked at him in disbelief at how he did that.

I am Canadian

I am Canadian but that is not something I am proud of. Todays average Canadian or thought by other countries is a Hockey loving Igloo living drinking person who says EH all the time. what kind of life is that. when I say I am a Canadian I am saying is I am going for what one should be, by the grace of God. I want to walk down the street without having to hide my eyes from all the wickedness, I want to walk and not see a bar or club. I want to listen to the music on the radio without hearing rock, pop, rap, jazz, heavy medal, fake christian music, trashy in the dumps country music. I want to go online without having to be careful at every site for pop-ups. I want to look at someone and know I will see them again someday not in pain but joy. When I think of all those people giving there heart out to God I say to myself. WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OUT THERE TALK TO ANYONE, ANYONE JOSEPH. your friends, the strangers, the neighbours, the hockey coach, the worker, the druggy, the drunk. Why do I stay here and sit. Why don't the kids in services hear the word. They sit under teaching of God there WHOLE lives why are they leaving why are they dieing without help. Sin has ruined us. In everything we do in every thought we have. We are to comfortable in our rooms, and places when there is Souls TO BE WON. Oh that God will send revival, Oh that we as youth wake up, Oh that I may not just talk and write but mean it and do it myself, that I might follow someone as they follow Christ. and if not then take the stand myself to speak to this lazy Canada we live in.

A song that has gone through my head since Aaron.

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.

I would write something but My head hurts to much. sorry everyone feel free to comment or give me another song to look up for its full version.